Thursday, October 18, 2007

My Ovaries Are Crying

I was changing my desktop on my work computer just now, and I came upon this picture of Princess H when she was less than a week old. I swear to you, my ovaries began to weep. I could feel her fresh petal like baby skin and the smell of her fresh new baby self clouded rational thought out of my brain. This is bad. This is very bad...very very bad. Stay away from me Randy! I am a dangerous woman.

About Me

I am the proud Mom of a ten year old, Super Z, a eight year old, Princess H and a precious baby girl, Sweet Syd. I have a great marriage, a great family, great friends, a loud laugh, and I amuse myself to no end. I love to read, think, and talk. When I grow up I am going to be a great writer and travel the world. I can't wait. For now I am am the Director of Revenue Cycle at a small hospital and a student pursuing a Master's Degree. That will do for the moment.